Retiring To Bed

The once lively energy that had filled the mansion had faded into silence, leaving behind only the occasional creak of the house and the muffled sound of rain tapping against the windows. 

Ethan walked down the dimly lit hallway, his footsteps quiet as he carried Julie in his arms. 

She was completely knocked out, her small frame limp with exhaustion.

When they had first started the pillow fight, she had been a force of chaos, running around and giggling like she had an endless supply of energy. 

Now, she was snoring softly, her cheek resting against his shoulder.

He pushed open the door to one of the guest rooms with his foot and stepped inside. 

The room was cozy, its soft beige walls illuminated by the glow of a bedside lamp.

Ethan gently laid Julie down on the bed, pulling the covers over her. 

She stirred for a brief moment, shifting to curl into the blankets, but she didn't wake.